George was wrestling with the second to last box of Sneezing Snake Sours, trying to get them from the storeroom in the office to the shelves--he didn't dare use magic, as they were very fragile and the slightest wrong move with the wand would cause them to explode, and leave whoever was in the way with uncontrollable sneezing. Therefore, when he beloved one and only son showed up, he happily shoved a box into his arms.
"Since you asked, you can take these up front. Norton will show you where to put them. I'll be out in a minute." He grinned wildly at his son, in the sort of manic way he had when he was at the shop, and returned for the last box. It was smaller than the one he'd given Alex, which made him chuckle as he made his way back out to the floor.
He glared at a pair of fresh from Hogwarts kids, who had very shifty expressions, and were eying the Adult Wheezes with far too much interest. The pair flushed, and scurried out of the store, leaving George grinning with satisfaction. Nothing he loved more than mentally scarring teenagers. As long as they weren't his kids.
He handed his box off to Norton, and hunted down Alex. "So, what brings my Prodigal by?"